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THE DAYS GONE BY 




Decorated by 
Emily Hall Chamberlain 



The Bobbs Merrill Company 
publishers 



Copyright 1887. 1888, 1890. 1898, 1903, 1905, 

1910, 1911, 1913, 1914 

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 






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FHE DAYS GONE BY 





H the days 

gone by! 

O the days 
gone by ! 

The apples in the 
orchard, and the 
pathway through 
the rye; 



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The chirrup of 
the robin, and 
the whistle of 

the quail 

As he piped across 
the meadows sweet 
as any nightingale; 

\A/hen the bloom 
was on the clover, 
and the blue was 
in the sky, 



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And my happy heart 
brimmed over, in 
the days gone by. 



In the days gone by, 
when my naked feet 
were tripped 



By the honeysuckle 
tangles where the 
water-lilies dipped, 





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And the ripples of 
the river lipped the 
moss along the brink 

Where the placid- 
eyed and lazy-footed 
cattle came to drink. 



And the tilting snipe 
stood fearless of the 
truant's wayward 
cry 



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And the splashing of 
the swimmer, in the 
days gone by. 
O the days gone by ! 

O the days gone by ! 
The music of the 
laughing lip, the 
luster of the eye ; 

The childish faith in 
fairies, and Aladdin's 
magic ring — 



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The simple, soul- 
reposing, glad belief 
in every thing, — 



When life was like a 

story holding neither 

sob nor sigh. 



In the golden olden 
glory of the days 
gone by. 



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BE OUR FORTUNES 
AS THEY MAY 



ESTERDAY 
you lost a 
friend — 



Bless your heart 

and love it ! 

For you scarce 

could comprehend 

All the aching of it; — 





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But I sing to 

you and say: 

Let the lost 

friend sorrow — 

Here's another 

come to-day. 



Others may 



to-morrow. 



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WHO BIDES HIS 
TIME 



HO bides his 
time, and day 
by day 



Faces defeat full 
patiently. 

And lifts a mirthful 
roundelay. 






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However poor his 
fortunes be, — 

He \A/ill not fail in any 
qualm 

Of poverty — the 
paltry dime 

It will grow golden in 
his palm. 

Who bides his time. 






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